In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Turmoil." A look of pure regret and melancholy should overtake the nurse, and she will instruct you to close your eyes. Once you do, she will lead you by the hand into a maze of hallways. Should you let her hand slip away at any moment, you will be stuck in this maze for all eternity. If you make it to the end, she will instruct you to open your eyes.

When you open your eyes the nurse will be gone. The room she left you in will be so dark, you will not be able to see your own hand in front of your face. From this point, there is no return, and any attempt to go back through the maze will leave you eternally lost. In front of you will be a door, and a faint light should be pouring from underneath it. If the light is cold and fluorescent, do not enter. If you do, the creature beyond will strap you to a table and pry your chest open, leaving you there in your misery. However long it takes, a minute, an hour, a day maybe, you must wait until the light changes to a warm glow before entering. Once you enter the room with the warm glow, the door will shut behind you and there will be no escape unless you are successful.

In this room is a man in his mid twenties sitting on a bed and sobbing, squeezing a toy dog tightly as if it were his child. It is then you must ask the question, "What came before them?" If you ask anything else the toy dog will crawl over and siphon your soul into it, forcing you to be damned with those who came before. If you do ask this question he will look up, and in his eyes you will see the horrid birth of all that's evil and the twisted and dark deeds they had to commit to rise to power. If you look away he will bite your throat and stare into your eyes as you die, forcing you to watch. If you can survive the madness that his eyes will bring, his body will rapidly rot and decay into dust, leaving just the toy dog.

This toy dog is object 340 of 538. It's up to you if you wish to reunite this sorrow with its kin.